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[[label over preprinted header]] ^ Some Friends I have met. ^ To-day I've found my self thinking of some one I'd like to have here, And with these thoughts I've been linking My memories older 30 dear Of all your charm & your pureness And wonderful qualities too That make me (so), so safe in exclaiming No friend could be better than you. Fred 1321 Lawrence St. Ft Worth. [[horizontal line]] [[top left]] Bill [?] ^Dear Mother: The harder you are thrown, the larger you bounce Be proud of your black eye It isn't the fall that counts But it is how well you fought and why Your Buddy Willie Worrells P.V. College P.V. Tex. ^ Dead [[horizontal line]] [[top left]] ^ Myrtle K ^ Dear lil Mother, I would not have a cloud arise I would not have a shadow stray upon the brightness of thy skin across the sunshine on they way May dear friends scatter flowers for thee May God they every effort bless and each returning season be a stepping stone to happiness. Lovingly your Baby Myrtle Kenney 1409 Gregg St. Houston [[preprinted]] 142 [[/preprinted]] [[end page]]